Awake, Ye Guilty Souls

Awake

ye guil­ty souls

awake

Nor sleep

till To­phet takes you in!

The Lord of hosts is ris’n to shake

The earth pol­lut­ed with your sin.

Enter in­to the Rock

and hide

Your tremb­ling spir­its in the dust;

Fly to the clefts

the riv­en side

And in a dy­ing Sav­ior trust.

Before the Lord’s fierce an­ger come

Before He bring the venge­ful day

And fix th’ir­re­vo­ca­ble doom

And earth’s foun­da­tions melt away.

Before its mouth it op­ens wide

And gasps to feel the fi­nal blow;

Firmer sup­port

ye worms

pro­vide

Or sink in­to eter­nal woe.